For those of you who are avid fans that read The Spoonbender.com religiously, which of course is anyone who has had the great good fortune of reading it even once, you will remember my undeniably hilarious Nipsey Russell obit. You might also recall some falderall in the comments over one made by a certain "JTony" of JTony.com. Apparently he mistook my high-concept, cutting edge racial satire for genuine mistake -- a mistake he felt compelled to correct in the comments. As you can imagine, my many fans sprang into action and had much fun at the expense of JTony, and then we all went to sleep feel self-satisfied, if a bit empty. JTony was nothing but a memory not to be recalled until the Lord calls us to Judgment with mixed results.

So you can imagine my surprise when today, while playing poker at some weird site a friend passed along, who should "sit" next to me at the "table" but JTony himself. "Surely this is not the saidsame JTony," my handmaiden whispered, taking a break from oiling my mighty thighs. I slapped her insolent face before I asked him myself. Are you the JTony of JTony.com? I typed. He said yes.

Thinking quickly as I always do, I pretended to be one of the millions of fans of TheSpoonbender.com. I found your site by following a link from The Spoonbender, I typed. He replied that he was indeed a fan of The Spoonbender. "Of course he is," my handmaiden cooed before continuing her ministrations.

My next move was to call in my closest compatriot with plenty of free time: The American Mastodon. He joined me in the at the "table." What came next should be obvious: We chided JTony. We gushed over his website and inquired about his fame. At one point I promised to send him a picture of my balls.

I offer you this screen capture of the moment so that you can join with us in the fun-having.


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Analogcabin @ 11:12 AM
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